I'm A Bona Fide Ass Kisser

When I was fifteen a new girl asked me to go to her house after school. She lived walking distance, and my mother could pick me up on her way home from work. When we got to her house she told me that her mother worked late on Thursdays. In my house we weren't allowed to have anyone over after school.

She showed me her house, I remember thinking that it was a mess. There were several pair of panties on the floor of her room and there was a box of condoms on her nightstand. Her brother showed up, he was 17 and was supposed to go to practice. He undressed in his room, but the door wide open, and turned to face us when he pulled on his jock strap. He pointed to me and using his index finger and made a circle with his left hand and pointed to me while he did the fucking sign. She said out loud that he wanted to fuck me.

After he left for practice, he rode a dirt bike, she put on the tv set and we sat on the couch to talk. She didn't want to watch tv, she pulled her dress up over her waist and took my hand and holding my fingers she rubbed her panties, up and down her slit. Her first words were 'let me see' and she pushed me back onto the couch and grabbed me by the crotch with her hands under my skirt and started kissing me. She backed off and took off her blouse and bra and held her tits in her hands asking me to show her my tits too.

She ate me, out right on the couch, told me she had been hot for me since she first saw me. She asked me if I fucked or was a pure blue pussy woman. Then, like remembering, she said not to worry about her brother he was fucking the girl next door. I was embarrassed at sitting there half naked, my tits out and my panties on the floor beside the couch. I got kissed again, this time she really kissed me and wanted to make out. She faced me and told me to kiss her back and stop being a bitch.

By the time her brother got home, we were dressed and reading magazines in the kitchen. The girl next door came over, she was thirteen. He grabbed her and took her to his room and we could hear him fucking her. I told her I was pretty sure that was jail time for him. She answered that the girl liked it and she would never turn him in.

I never went back to her house and kept my distance from her at school. Summer was the biggest relief because I didn't have to see her. I never knew, but I thought about it a lot, what happened to her brother and that girl. The very thought of some guy fucking my thirteen year old sister brought me close to vomiting.

I was nineteen and in college before I let another girl feel me up, before I took my top off and showed her my tits. Before my panties went to the floor and I licked her up and laid in bed and kissed and made out. It was a real relief being able to do it. I remember after making out and still naked I grabbed her by the neck and planted a big kiss on her. She asked me what gave and I told her I just had to do it.

My thirteen year old sister was now 17 and a boy in the twelfth grade was fucking her. She told me she liked it, it felt good for her. And that she couldn't understand why I liked girls.

I liked taking long showers and standing in front of the mirror naked, dripping wet and looking at my body. I knew I had the type of body girl's liked. I had grown nice tits and I had baby making hips and I took care of my pussy. My ass was big but not too big and I could kiss all day and all night if I had to. I had developed a like for jock girls, soccer players. long legs, short shorts, their hair long in a pony tail, their tits heaving wanting to get loose. My college girlfriend played for the school and I went to all her games. For each game I asked her to wear a particular pair of panties, so I could catch a hint of color when she ran for the ball.

I turned thirty, I had broken up with my college girlfriend a long time earlier. I was dating a girl I had met at dance club. She was to me very good looking, still a jock, 27 and aspiring to be a girl's coach in high school. She was normal in all the ways that count, except for one thing that I was still not used to. She liked sharing time in the shower, we both wore just a touch of hair on our pussies, she liked to have me wash her back side, she bent over and stood with her legs apart and bent over with her hands on the shower wall, so I could wash her and then get down on my knees in the shower and kiss and lick her there. Kiss my ass, was more than a saying. At least she let ME wash her, before I kissed and licked her ass for her.